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13th Nov '12

I'm at the laboratoryschool I went to to check some paperwork.
In the dream I know that there are three points that need corrections and I have an appointment with Mr. M. Which is strange because he was an old highschool teacher and doesn't belong in this setting of laboratoryschool.
I'm in the mainhall of the school and look outside to the front, I see my old tutor checking papers at a smokerspoint, in real life this thing is behind the school.
For some reason I try to avoid him and so I park my bike somewhere inside the building.

--Now I'm not sure but it could be I woke up for a minute at this point--

I walk through the building carying my notepad, dream journal phone and pen, the exact items I keep beside my bed.
I log on to a computer to see when my appointment with Mr. M is, 2:00 PM and I look on the clock which says 2:06.
To be sure I check the schedule again and it's indeed 2:06. Realizing I'm late I get stressed and wake up.

The time I wake up is 1:56.

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

Bedtime 9:15PM-5AM
Naproxen 550MG (Tension headache), 1 glass apple juice, bedtime SSILD

Lucid #94

I layed down and did a little SSILD pre sleep while my wife was feeding the baby next to me. I almost immediately found myself in a short hazy and fuzzy LD. I thought about this a lot to make sure it wasn't a half-dream or HH/HI. I am pretty sure it wasn't but it was a poor quality dream.

I am sitting in a folding chair. There are rows of them around me. The chairs are full of old people. I am trying to go to sleep in the chair. Begin to get worried that the people around me will think I am crazy especially when I fall over asleep. I was really emotional about it then I realize it was a dream and it didn't matter. I am shocked at this and that's when I open my eyes fully awake and notice it had only been minute or two. I suppose I should have done an RC to be sure but it was pretty solid.

Parents 2:27AM
Something about college. My parent pick me up. I have some pills in the car. I don't want them. I give a huge bottle of Tylenol to my dad. He was like sure I'll take them. Then I have something called Citrate. I read the word clearly on the bottle. I decide to keep these. I think they extend the effect of melatonin. There was something about a hooker earlier. I told her I would me her someplace specific. I hope my parents don't go there because she will recognize me. I tell my mom who is driving to go straight. We go up a large pipe and it Ts off.
Then the dream changes and I wake up. I had been kidnapped and there are all these crazy people around me acting like zombies. I have to fight my way out with random children s toys. The whole thing feels like it had happened to me before.

2:30AM WBTB- Apple Juice, Bathroom, SSILD

I close my eyes waiting for the first imagery to appear. I fell asleep before anything else. I think next time I should maybe mantra a bit instead of lying there with a blank mind.

Smoke and candy 6:06AM

I am working at the 13th ST plant again. It's now moved in rl. I go to the gas station accross the road. I want to smoke. I wait in line some and then look for Prime Time cigars. Some tells me those are nasty and to buy some other brand. I think it was "Twisters" I ask for one and see that I am also buying a bunch of candy.

This is my first dream journal entry. Though i've been using a DJ for a couple of years , I think I will start fresh on this site.
Last night I had a couple of disturbing nightmares, 3 which I remember the strongest.

The first one is a dreamscenario which happens now and then when i'm lucid and flying. I start flying as always, you probably know the feeling, everythings perfect and it's really liberating. Though I sometimes fear that this ''Rocket'' scenario is going to take over. So it's simply me flying through the air in the quarters of my old apartment, feeling the wind through my hair , when I suddenly stop and gets paralyzed in mid-air. I no longer have control of my body as I start to soar in a extremely high speed, up to the starry skies. Panic takes control over me and I cannot exit the dream until i'm in dead-air space, choking.

The second one is a new. I was not lucid in this one.
I'm standing on a broad ledge with my mother and uncle, when I look down I see floors scattered around my surroundings on multiple levels, at each floor there's a swimmingpool, and the floors go down maybe 200 meters.
I look across the swimmingpools and I see that this ''compound'' is surrounded by extremely tall and dark trees, almost like a fence. So I get somewhat nervous of what might happen next, as my uncle starts walking toward the edge of the ledge we're standing on.
I try to stop him ,but he jumps down yelling ''Canonball'' and I look down as he approaches a swimmingpool maybe 10 levels down. Of course he misses it and you can hear a wham as his body hits the surface.
Behind me my mother starts screaming this horrible, endless roar, and I jump down the ledge to wake up.

The third was really short and the last nightmare I had that night. I was not lucid in this one.
I'm with two of my friends drinking beer and laughing, when we decides to take a walk. And as we walk out from my friends house and into the street a man comes at us. We get freightened because he's holding a giant machete and is threatening us, we can not run away and he slices me in half, literally..... I can feel myself peel of in half , like i'm suddenly two bodies.. It didn't hurt ,it actually was kind of interesting, but scary yes.

11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:

As I walk down the street, I find myself approaching three more teens, two guys and a girl. They are probably 17 or 18, not super-young. The girl is a very attractive blonde, with flowing, long blonde hair, an attractive face, and a pair a nicely formed, nicely-sized breasts, probably C cups. I know this because she is not wearing a top. As I walk past them, I am trying to get as good of a look as I can without staring and gawking.

As I walk past I find myself thinking 'that's illegal. She could get in trouble for that, and while somebody that age might run around half-nude on a dare or a prank, they would not be so cool and uncaring about doing so in public in front of a stranger. I must be dreaming!'

I hold my hand in front of me, and start trying to stretch my fingers. Nothing happens. I bend down and try to push my fingers through the curb I am standing next to, and again, nothing happens. Yet I am convinced I am dreaming. I lift my hand to my face and start looking closely at my fingers. Several of them have been cut off, and end in stumps. Yet at the same time, they are whole and complete. One is bent off at a weird angle, like it is broken, yet at the same time it is perfectly straight and normal. 'This is more like it,' I think. (Was doing some reading about Schrodinger's Cat recently, which may explain the fingers both being there and not.) I am so excited to have proof that I am dreaming, that I start to walk on air, actually kind of dancing around perhaps 6 inches off the ground.

I quickly turn to follow the cute half-nude teen, and in the few seconds it takes me to catch up with her, we are all now standing in a crowd at a cross between a playground and a ball field. We're at bleachers outside a short chain link fence surrounding the softball field. The girl was was half-nude is now in a uniform, preparing to play, as is getting younger before my eyes. She is now probably 16, maybe even 15, but still very hot, and in the dream, I just don't care.

I make a comment about how disappointing it is that she got dressed, and it just means more work for me, then I pull her close and start to kiss her. Being as it is my dream, she has no objections, and starts to return my kisses as I start to remove her clothes. We break the kiss for a moment as I pull her shirt over her head, and then kiss again as I start to pull down her pants.

The crowd around us are not as upset as they should be, but the game is about to start, and as I release the kiss and begin to strip off my pants and undies, her mother is urging her to run off to the field, as the game is about to start. She does, seemingly unconcerned that she is running onto the field, naked.

I'm a little upset about this, and turn to glare at the mother. After all, I was just about to have a lot of fun! But then I see the mother, and I really don't mind. She looks much like the daughter, long blonde hair, gorgeous face, even more stacked. She is perhaps around 37 to 40, and a complete knock-out. I am now nude, and I just grab her shoulders and gently push her to her knees, then shove my erection into her mouth. She just starts sucking on it.

Problem is, the dream isn't a very good dream. She's sucking like a vacuum cleaner ... even sounding kind of like one, but I'm not getting nearly as much feeling as I ought to be, from it. Meanwhile, we're in the middle of a crowd, but they can't quite see what is going on. The lady's husband wants her to come and sit with him to watch the game, and doesn't understand why she is on her knees. Even if he somehow can't see my dick in her mouth, I am halfway surprised he doesn't figure out what is going on just from her face being right in my crotch.

She seems slightly confused as she tries to respond to him, showing she herself doesn't really realize what is going on and she slurps her way off me and tries to answer him. I just push my way back into her mouth. But as I start to remove her clothes, people are having a harder and harder time not noticing what is happening, and keep approaching us. Finally, I gently wave a hand at them, and speak in a kind of hypnotic voice. I tell them they can't see us, and for a few minutes they won't even remember the woman was with it. They kind of drift away to start watching the game.

By this point, I have all the blonde's clothes off, and she is spread eagle on the ground in front of me. I start to press a large thingy into her slit, but disconcertingly, one of her legs has separated from her body. It is still moving in rhythm to what we are doing, but there is a gap of about an inch between it and the rest of her body. And still there is not nearly the amount of sensation there ought to be.

And meanwhile, though it has only been a minute or two, people are starting to gather around us, wanting to know what is happening. The husband seems to be actually figuring things out, and though it is hard for him to override what I told him, he is starting to try and get mad. So I wave my hand again, and in a more annoyed hypnotic voice am telling them they will forget she even exists for fifteen minutes. They start to drift off, but almost immediately are turning back to us again. So I wipe their minds of all memory of everything, with no time limit, figuring when I finish, I'll give them their memories back.

Problem is, it is even affecting the blonde I am with, and with no memory of anything, she is just laying there. There is almost no sensation, anyway, and this becoming completely meaningless. "Fine!" I snap, petulantly. I wave my hand and the woman is on her feet, completely dressed, as am I. She and the others wander away to the ballgame, and I just walk down the street, trying to think of something else to do, since I still know I am dreaming.

I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

[Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

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There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.

Nosy Teacher [Non-Lucid]

I was in a high school class with people who I don't really remember now, they might have been imaginary. The teacher was standing right outside the door not really paying attention to the class, I guess we were just waiting for it to end or something? And I was seated on the floor around a few people and we were trying to smoke a bowl of weed without getting caught. The teacher came in and almost caught us but I managed to hide everything from her at the last second and we got away with it. When she went back out I sat in the chair at her desk and started going again, but then she came back in and we decided to call it quits. One of those times, I want to say maybe the second time but I'm not sure, I had to hold in a hit while she was talking to us to let all the smoke disappear. When we finished we moved to a different spot on the floor and my old friend D was there, and apparently I was dating him. I snuggled up next to him and started watching this tiny TV placed up on the ceiling in the opposite corner of the room. I remember him getting my attention and saying something to me about how his parents can't believe I still listen to this old radio station we used to listen to a lot (not that there's anything wrong with it ), but I don't think I got a response in before I woke up.

So i have heard that wearing a nicotine patch to sleep will aid in creating more vivid dreams. Last night i wore a 21mg over 24 hours patch to bed and here are my results. Dreams are weird. I did experience my 3 dreams during REM sleep, consistently waking after each dream. Though i cant recall the first dream entirely but i know it made no sense (which isnt expected but whatever). My second dream was about me fighting two guys, one guy i used to work with (who is a skilled karate fighter in which we always used to talk about fighting, like everyday) and i was whooping his ass like all haymakers to the face and he had his guard down the whole time, which would never happen in a real fight with him, but it was strange because we were acting but it seemed so real. The second guy i was doing the same, all haymakers to the face and i have no clue who he was lol. but after the fighting stopped we switched scenes to talking to the first guy in his office ( just like i used to when i worked with him) about how if it was a real fight he would destroy me lol. Then i woke up only to fall back asleep moments later and fall into my third dream. My third dream was somewhat vivid and of course weird, i was back at my previous job (which i just got fired from in October and wish i hadnt of fucked it up, best job ever) and i was working with my boss, he was showing me this tool that i know isn't actually there at the shop but he wanted me to sharpen the blade on it and i had to disassemble it to access the blade on this weird tool. so i got the thing taken apart and had the blade ready to sharpen and when i put it in a clamp and got the grinder ready to sharpen it is when i woke up. This is my first night actually giving a shit about dreams and actually trying to remember them and actually logging them, so with that being said i don't believe that at any point i attained lucidity, although at one point in my first dream ( the little fragments i remember) i did look down at my hands and they only had four digits and at that point i woke up so maybe for a few seconds i was lucid... i dont really know for sure. all i know is my dreams ( the ones that i have remembered in the past) are always fucking weird. and i cant wait to log more.

11.13.2012

Triple Fellatio!!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a girl that I'll nickname "A" that I knew in high school in waking life in this dream. She's often a confusion for me, because there's two other "A's" that I know in waking life. Let's call her the repressed Christian girl, and she ends up being the wild one.

Then there's the other girl in my math class for this semester that I have no particular interest in, like "A" I mentioned from before. We'll just label her as "B."

Then there's one more girl, so we'll call her "C."

I'm walking around a supermarket with "A," and there's a lot of stuff I can't remember that we were doing, okay, now for the dream shift and dirty stuff. Oh, actually, I think we were looking for condoms.

Spoiler for 18+:

"A" is naked in front of me, and she's down on her knees....should've given a pillow so she wouldn't have a hard surface on her delicate skin. She's delicate, very delicate as she moves her lips closer to the head of my penis. She's doing pretty well, I don't know where she's getting this experience from (note: I'm assuming I'm actually meeting her in the dream).

She does a nice job of sliding her tongue forward as she puts the head a bit deeper. I can feel her tongue moving around, licking the rim of the head on the bottom, and her enjoying the sensitive bumps around it as well. She moves back and forth in smooth transitions, and her having her glasses on turns me on even more.

The glasses have a fairly thick black frame, and she's closing her eyes most of the time she's giving me fellatio. After a while, she has 1/4 of my penis inside her warm mouth drenched with saliva. I can feel her tongue moving around, trying to stabilize its position of having to be stuck out from her out to leave a gap of air on the bottom as she's going in.

I presumed this was the limit she can go without gagging. Nope.

She gets my member halfway in, which shocks me, and I can hear her gurgling a little, then making a gulp, probably so the saliva wouldn't choke her in advance. Smart girl.

She goes back and forth, reaching in halfway to my penis. She's not gagging, and I'm clearly not doing a reality check for this, because I doubt an innocent girl like her can do this.

Then she starts grabbing the sides of my ass, and clenches them, and then quickly moves them to the back to grope my ass. She holds on to them as well, and takes a big thrust to get every inch of my member inside her mouth.

I can feel her throat, I'm hitting her fucking throat with my dick, and she continues to show that she wants it fucked, so she holds onto my ass tighter, and thrusts her mouth in and out as if her gag reflex was nonexistent.

Her face is vibrating a little, but she's going to take one for the team!!!!!

She opens her mouth a bit, but still has her head locked in the same position. She continues moving back and forth I'm assuming, and I can't remember if I climaxed from this.

Now that we had fun with her,

The dream shifts where I'm walking with "B," and I honestly don't know how I have her in my possession now, but I did something. It feels kind of awkward being around her, since I had strong feelings that I'm just doing this to make her feel happy she's going out with someone.

Play the nice guy act, until we get to the condom section. She starts analyzing this section like a Jewish boy speculating how he can perfect his Bar Mitzvah. She starts looking for condoms that are 12 inches or more, and I look at her in fear.

Inb4PrideBroken

I started to direct to her to the 7-8 subsection instead. After that little fiasco with sustaining my fragile pride, I assume that....

Spoiler for 18+:

she's the type of girl that focuses just on the head of the penis, and gives it her all in making sure just that part is completely stimulated as much as possible. She's rolling her tongue, she's pulling out all the stops.

She wasn't as wild and risky with her throat as "A" was who completely forgets about having a gag reflex, but hey, a fellatio is a fellatio.

Now moving on to C, I can't remember exactly what happened, but I DO know that I'm getting fellatio either way, that's all that matters.

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11.13.2012

I'm Minato Namikaze (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am freaking Minato Namikaze from the Naruto Series. I'm on top of a very thin black wire, and the overall environment indicates that it's night time.

It feels like I'm in a section of Konoha, and I'm currently in a tight situation while balancing myself on the wire. It seems Lord Raikage is after me, and he's in a form where he's a blob with tentacles. I have to use my hands to move across the wire, since he can't get me fast enough if I did that.

Then it looks like he's back to his regular self, maybe his younger self or current self, it's hard to tell because I see his face is altering a lot between those periods of his life.

I try to attempt the Flying Thunder God Jutsu to escape from him by throwing a specially-marked kunai to go past him,

but he immediately predicts where I'm going, since the kunai is thrown at a linear path, and for a brief moment, things go in slow motion. As his fist gets closer and closer to my face,

I realized I had a set of kunais at a remote location, so I shifted my mind to transport myself there with another Flying Thunder God Jutsu. And Lord Raikage is confused and isn't able to catch up to me. So I managed to escape and that's all I remember.

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11.13.2012

Bananas and a Fly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at a small Indian store that you would see in New York, and my mother is buying some Bananas there. As she's in the process of buying them, a fruit fly, or a regular fly manages to get on top of one of the bananas.

I get concerned about this, because I feel it's going to suck the bananas out or something, and the person over at the cash register states that it won't be a problem with the fly in the bag, that the bananas will still be good.

I didn't really buy that, but my mom falls for it and gets the bananas. The man and his wife tell us to have a good day, and we leave.

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11.13.2012

Get Out (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember Curtis Payne from Tyler Perry's "House of Payne" telling me to get out, because I entered the wrong section of a building where only members could have access to I guess. Well, they should've made security tighter if all I had to was open the freaking the door.

I said, "Yes, sir," and looked at Calvin Payne and asked him what's the right entrance for me to go through, and he mentions that it's all the way behind him and the building. I forget what I did next.

took: 1/2 dose of galantamine + choline, @ about 5:20 got back to sleep around 5:30
lucid dreaming: 4 lucid experiences
note: you can see I woke up briefly around 6:40 but refused to open my eyes, that trick let me go back into lucid dreaming (keeping eyes shut when waking up) (spinning to stay lucid)
next steps: I will continue to experiment with every night half dose or every other night half dose, I seem to be very sensitive to a full dosage. Very little evidence so far but a full dose may play a role in my increased migraines. It's hardly conclusive and in my anecdotal opinion Galantamine + Choline is the best LD tool out there.

I'm on a vacation, and there seems to be one of those functions going on where they try to make all the guests mingle and not feel so awkward...but it's a whole nother level. Girls are laying on the ground and we have to lay on top of them and dry hump them to the style o music that was playing. The MC chose whoever we would be paired up with, and I happened to get R (what a small dream world).

They were playing merengue music and I had to do the samba lying on top of her. It was so weird and arousing at the same time. We were both about to explode at the same time but the game ended.


There's this crazy battle going on. It looks like I'm at some ancient Myan ruins. Hundreds of people are here and it seems I'm one of the last people "still alive". The other people who are already "dead" can't do anything other than stand in place.

There was one guy left...I guessed he was a god because he had his own team following him. I'm not sure how the exact combat system worked, but I know we were using magic. I hid in the crowds and picked parts of his team off one by one while making escapes, and finally I took out five of them. The problem was, I was exposed and he knew exactly where I was. I ran up a packed set of stairs while pushing people out of the way but he managed to catch up to me and get me in a hold. He awkwardly started singing "can you feel the love tonight", and I broke the hell out of it turned around and zapped him wih every thing I had. I'm still not sure if this was a game or life and death.

Fragment: Birds VS Dragons
Birds are gathering to fight off some dragons. The sky is almost black with then as they gather at the treeline. Wanting to watch this epic battle but not wanting to get eaten by dragons, I go to my house. By the time I enter and look out the window again, the small birds have stated forming into the shape of three giant black birds. I watch them and notice their tails are like the rudders on a blimp.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Something with werewolves.

Stuck in a reality made only of "me". The floor is me, the walls are me, space is me, there's me all over and nothing else exists besides me. Talk about being egocentric... But it was afflictive and claustrophobic! I shoot some rays from my hands to blast with this reality and to get out of it.

Something about inaugurating an exhibition with some friends, but to visit it, people have to walk a thin pathway high up in the air. It's not a big success, people get really scared up there.

Something about a contest. My friend ZIlla wins the 1st prize of 45.000 EUR and the 2nd and 3rd place are disputed between me and some guy but it's about grabbing as much stuff as we can get from a pile they put in front of us. Ok, the problem is that the stuff is exclusively pharmacy stuff, like creams and band-aids.

Invading some mansion with friends. Something to do with overthrowing a sinister government. But the house is protected by an intelligent system who recognizes faces, detects intruders and shoots lasers at us. One of the girls, who looks like Carrie-Ann Moss, is pierced by a laser in the chest. It is not a fatal wound, but leaves her close to death anyway. We retreat and try to carry her with us, but there are guards everywhere, so we have to hide her at some kind of wooden box in the garden with some bread to eat and we have to leave, promising to come back to rescue her.
Eventually, me and another guy are caught and jailed, but one day, at an infirmary at the 2nd floor, we manage to escape through the window. We are cuffed to each other, but we manage to run away into the city. Soon the entire city is under siege and we have to hide, so I leads us into some nearby friend house. Although it is a private It is more like a commune. It's always full of people, discussing politics, poetry soirées, etc. My friend lets us in very discretely without anybody seeing and takes us to the attic. At first we just planned to stay a few hours, but he discusses this with 1 or 2 trusted friends and they decide to hide us there for a couple of months, do us a make-over and organize our escape when things have calmed down outside.

This was the second dream that night....
I was friend with a girl that I believe was Srey. I think I fancied her, but she was not very interested as I felt. Once I went to meet up with here at a Ponton Bar. This was a place like somewhere in Hawaii, nice, wooden bar on the water. Srey and some other people were diving and I could see them in the water. But I also noticed some sharks swimming around. I think someone got bitten when they come out of the water. The bar inside was dark as if not used.

Next, I went to see Srey to a shopping mall where she was working in a little shop. I was there and she had a female friend there. We were talking what we doing this weekend, and she told me that she is really busy, even without me asking her out or anything. I saw her calendar, and a red bar as it was filling up on the weekend days.

Later I walk on a street and meet this friend of Srey. She stops me and asks me if I cold help her to get refund for her bikini that she bought on the market. I remember asking her whether she worn them at all. They didnt want to take it back from her. We went with her to a big warehouse where all sorts of stuff was sold from vietnamese and other sellers. I dont know what happened after....

***At some point in the dream I was going through my hair and tried to make it spiky at the back. I then felt that there is way too little hair on my crown area. I look in to the mirror and saw that the hair at the back of my head is too long to keep it spiky, and how ridiculous it looked. But I also saw that I had only patches of hair left on my crown. Also the skin on that area was all red and with dry pieces of skin. I got quite scared of how quickly it progressed!!I was actually thinking, whether I should cut my hair short like Martin. I was there deciding what to do!! I should have realised it was a dream, or do reality check!!! Next time I will
Then I see Richard Bandler. I look at his hair, he has just a little left. Then I see a video of him from the time when he was young! He has head full of thick, curly hair! I think, shit!! If this is how he changed, than we all be like this. And then I start to think about life, how quickly it passes and when one gets old, its too late for anything. We should enjoy our life when we can. I start considering to go and travel, to see the world, even for the price of not developing great carrier...... ***

Next, I am PA for some guy that plays computer games all the time. He lives in a room in some kind of complex of flats, but the place is very empty and simple. He sits in the corner and plays on his phone. I notice that he is playing ASPHALT like I do. Next I see as if I was in the game. He shows me how to do different tricks. He has the best car in the game, its black, Lamburgini style. He uses big black rock and pushes them in to the way of others so they crash. He also waits, facing the opponents with car and when they run him over, his car is like a jump, and propels them to some kind of blue tunnel, where are concrete block to which they crash. I think, how smart it is.

Then, as if in the game, I am standing by the race track and walk on the side a little, near some gas station. I stand there by the railing and watch across the scenery. Then 3 guys came near by, and start talking about me (as I think). They talk about my back and posture, how bad it is and how I am sloughing. I notice that, it shocks me!! How bad my posture must be, and I slowly adjust my posture again so that they wont notice.

So I'm back again after a while of spending time on Facebook. I start out in an abandoned building/backyard of my home place. I'm confused to why I am here. I don't remember much of what happened but only a person. I remember Quynh, right after I just ended a deal both of us made in real life. I had not hate for her in the dream, but I still did love her and was willing to do anything to take her back in to my life. I was standing around the abandoned building, below the room I lived in. Quynh was in front of me, or I felt as if she was. It could have been the feeling I have when ever I chatted to her online. She told me something. She brought up the time back when I used words of hate and jealousy before our conflict towards each other started. She had said something about the tears I gave her that day we first hated each other. I woke up a few minutes later, realizing she will never grow up and forgive me for what happened a long time ago. I already tried.

The first thing I remember is that I got out of bed and started on my way down the hall to the bathroom. I remember it was still pitch black outside. This was probably caused from waking from a previous REM cycle and noticing hwo dark it was. Anyways, I made my way to the bathroom and as I got there this feeling that I was dreaming grew and grew.

I then looked into the mirror and although I already knew I was dreaming somehow, told my reflection that I was definitely dreaming, just for reassurance I suppose. I then remember immediately deciding to work on my major dream goal. I started downstairs and decided to search outside. I knew it would be cold outside (I was still in my pajamas), but when I went outside, it was slightly chilly, but not really that bad. I figured my dream powers were finally working for me, not against me, and then I felt nice and toasty. I proceeded barefoot down our driveway through the snow, on a search for them.

I can't recall at this point if there were any DC's, but I believe I may have come across some, however, learning from my previous experience, I simply ignored them and they went away. Finally, I came across a ton of cars all lined up on our driveway. I started running to try and get through them all and get back to my search, but whenever I ran the dream faded. I had to resort to walking through all these cars instead and hoping no one bothered me.

As fate would have it however, some random idiot just had to jump out of his car and start following me trying to strike up a conversation. I turned around to tell him to get the heck away from me (cause he was just an annnoying DC), but around this time the dream faded and that is as far as I can remember.

Sadly... in this dream I had perfect control, remembered my major dream goal immediately, got started looking even, but in the end another stupid DC ruined it all!! Grr... Why... can't... I... just... complete.... this.... goal!?!?!!?!

Lately I have been having a lot of layer zero dreams (dreams where things happen that talk about dreaming, but you don't become lucid)
Last night I actually had a dream that I was told my dad was an oneironaut, which I thought was pretty cool. My dad and I are pretty good friends, but he probably is against lucid dreaming like my mom is.

Anyways, since most of my dreams have either been layer zero, or putting me in a video game, I have been having a great time about dreaming anyways. This is one where I actually used more fire than I ever have had in a lucid dream before, so it was pretty fun.

Fire

I was in the training ground from Bleach, the one under Urahara's shop, I knew that i was inside, but it looked like it was outside. I was practicing some fire movements, and I pulled back my hand and imagined the fire getting extremely vibrant, and almost burning my hand. I then released it, and it shot out like black Getsuga Tenshou, leaving a crater (exactly like Getsuga does) in it's wake.



I was a little frustrated that I had used up so much energy, since I was actually just warming up before a fight. She was going to be here soon. I needed to get that energy back. I somehow zoomed out away from me, and rewound the video, from afar, zooming in, and watching it slowly, it looked more like Amataresu from Naruto. (because yes, Amaterasu is used in more than one anime because of its meaning) as it went back into my hands, giving me back my energy, and I was back in my body. She arrived, and as I looked up to her and was about to fight her, I woke up.

This is a picture of Amaterasu destroying fire.